So I will save her, in the process make her trust
That she could be all mine, our love could blossom, wow!
Though maybe her idea of cultivating lust
Is lying lifeless and more stiff than she is now
[Max puts his hand over Liz's bleeding stomach and the lights go mental.]
I make this decision with knowing intent!
Not out of a sense of pious panic!
In doing so, I become content!
In knowing she isn't exactly dynamic!
[He presses down a little harder on her stomach, closes his eyes, and theatrically intones the spoken line.]
[As he says it, the lights all go on at once and the diner breaks into pandemonium. In the chaos, Max stands back from Liz, then turns around to spy Michael, who grabs his arm. The two run off stage left. Liz looks around, dazed. Maria sees her sitting up, and runs over to offer assistance as the rest of the crowd looks on, concerned. These lines are spoken.]
Hello. What's this?
Liz! Liz! Are you okay? I thought you were a goner!
No, Maria. I'm fine. I feel -- strangely revitalized. Like nothing could be wrong.
Why, Liz? Why? Tell me what happened?
[Now singing again, in a stirring reprise of "Shot in the Tummy with Love."]
My heart smiles glad, not breathing hard, and sure stripped bare of metal shards
I think Max Evans saw inside, and my bland soul he won't deride
And though tomorrow needs some answers, in a splashy number filled with dancers
In my heart, his secret I'm shuttin', though a stranger made a bull's-eye of my bellybutton
'Cause I've been shot in the tummy
[All diner patrons move in toward Liz and join the building drama at the end of the song.]
Yes, she's been shot in the tummy
Yes, I've been
Shot in the tummy
With . . .
[Fireworks explode and the choir dances their way, Fosse-style, into their final positions of the scene. On the last chord, everyone falls to one knee, arms extended in an exaggerated jazz-hands style. They hold this pose through the applause. Curtain.]